Ap. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law
Is death to any he that utters them.
Rom. Art thou so bare and full of wretchedness,
And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks,[1418]
Need and oppression starveth in thy eyes,[1419] 70
Contempt and beggary hangs upon thy back,[1420]
The world is not thy friend, nor the world's law:
The world affords no law to make thee rich;
Then be not poor, but break it, and take this.
Ap. My poverty, but not my will, consents. 75
Rom. I pay thy poverty and not thy will.[1421]
Ap. Put this in any liquid thing you will,
And drink it off; and, if you had the strength
Of twenty men, it would dispatch you straight.
Rom. There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls,[1422] 80
Doing more murder in this loathsome world,[1423]
Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell:[1424]
I sell thee poison, thou hast sold me none.
Farewell: buy food, and get thyself in flesh.[1425]
Come, cordial and not poison, go with me 85
To Juliet's grave; for there must I use thee. [Exeunt.
Scene II. Friar Laurence's cell.[1426]
Enter Friar John.[1427]
Fri. J. Holy Franciscan friar! brother, ho![1428]
Enter Friar Laurence.